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The new hair colour is fading to an interesting shade of orange ("Leeloo Dallas, Multipass!"), and the roots are growing in like mad, so it's time for me to grab another bleach kit and see what I can do with refreshing the colour. I'm really having a lot of fun with this, and don't expect to hear from my Assignment Weasel anytime soon. I didn't even get a holiday card with a lovely Haagen-Dasz coupon this year. Think I'm being written off? Perhaps.
I'm finally getting to introduce more people to the joy that is Bliss Spa. Three friends have finally gotten tired of hearing me ramble and ramble about the place, and have decided to check it out for themselves. YAY! Me, I'll just be getting maintenance stuff done, but the others are having super-luxe rubs and pedicures and stuff. I'll keep you posted as to what kind of mush they are when they leave. Maybe I'll inspire you to go there as well. JANE magazine is apparently going to be doing an article on renaissance faires and the people involved with them. I, of course, have sent an email to the writer offering myself up to be interviewed. I desperately hope that I get a call, because I've got stories out the wazoo for these people, and I'd love to see my name in JANE. I'll keep you posted as to what happens with that. Avalon has closed permanently, with no word as to whether or not Miss Ainsley will be opening another store. I hope she does, but will understand completely if she can't. Either way, I'm now out of work again, and will be looking around for other things I can do that are nearby. Working from home would even be fine with me. The only thing I've got going right now is some database work for Le Lunde, but that may wind up being done soon enough. One of my New Year Resolutions is to practice my bass a bit more often and to really work on doing my yoga tape. It's been tough for me during the holidays to juggle everything around and still have time to get some sleep, but now hopefully things will calm down enough that I can actually get my act together. News of the tummy troubles: Still no doctor visits, because I am still cranky about the last one. I need to find a new doctor. That particular one was lame. However, I've been cutting back my lactose intake (not really liking soy milk much, but vanilla rice milk goes great on cereal), and eating 4-5 small meals a day instead of 3 larger ones. I'm nauseous much less now, which is nice, and it seems that I'm losing some weight as well, which is an added bonus. We got through the holidays by the skin of our teeth, Mike and I, but I managed to have a great time and snagged some faboo prezzies. Spent Xmas with the Gang Of Doom, where we ate, drank, laughed, watched movies, opened presents, and tormented the dog. Went down to visit Mike's family in MD for 4 days after that, and were able to visit friends in NoVa as well (Hi Todd & Marcy! Hi Angie!). Hung out with Marcus a bit, which is always lovely. Funny guy, that Marcus. We came tearing home on the 31st, missed out on having sushi with friends but we did get to attend a fabulous NYE party. Small, intimate gathering of people we actually LIKE (instead of being in a loud bar full of people we don't know or care about). Stuffed our faces, drank, laughed like mad. It was wonderful, and a great way to ring in the new year. "All I ever need is the truth/And all I ever want is affection."--Wayne Hussey, Mission U.K. "Belief" Although everyone else has found it necessary to get married, Mike and I are still bucking that trend by having a fabulous relationship without feeling the burning need to make it "official". It's about as official as it needs to be, thanks, so I'm afraid that the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Madness is still not being planned for a definite date. Fine with me, as I really don't need to wrestle with more logistics at this point. He's fabulous, we're happy, and that's all that matters. He's also still ranting right here. Apparently, there's gonna be a new rant coming up soon (he's inspired!), but until then, this one will have to suffice. I'm sure you'll recover. The cats, Charlotte and Madeline, are doing just fine. Terrorizing each other, getting bigger and bigger, rearranging the kitchen for me at night, and becoming more and more talkative. Book recommendations: Please read Fast Food Nation if you feel like being informed (and nauseous for a week). A Massive Swelling by Cintra Wilson is ragingly funny. I wanna be her when I grow up. (See amazon.com banner-linky above!) That's all you get until next time. Honestly, reading this thing over, I think that's *quite* enough, don't you? |